Perfection

A woman stands
Alone
Her only company
Her reflection
Purple sacks stare
Thick black hair magnifies
Brown eyes cry
Cry to be seen
Cry to see another
Cry for azure

Pictures of aristocrats litter
Staring idols of perfection
Goddesses of lust
Goddesses of men
They jeer
They laugh
She cries
She breaks
Rivers dot her eye
Canals of misery
Down painted cheeks
Eyes matted with liner
Ruby lips pout and kiss
nonexistent lovers
Fingers painted red

The sink roars
Shower? No. too loud
Hair wet. Dye Applied.
Blond streaks begin to appear
Metamorphosis
Blond
Painted
Beautiful

A young goddess smiles
A divine creation
of paint
of insect innards

A long blouse flows
covering scarlet wounds
Wounds of misery
Wounds from the mirror

She smiles
Smiles at her divine form
Yet the tears still flow
filling painted canals
Black rivers carry rouge away
The sink roars
Paint fills porcelain
The mirror smiles
A woman smiles back